—Anna-Marie— I’ll always remember the first time Brian and I got into our first all-out “fight” as a married couple. We were on our honeymoon. We were walking around the deck of the cruise ship, talking, taking in the night sky and the band and the murmur of people around us laughing and chatting. Brian […]
Category: Good vs Perfect
Birds, Bikes, and Behavior
—Anna-Marie— “Science, art, community, and nature make manifest that bad will or mistakes can lead to progress, like Bob Ross on his show The Joy of Painting reminding us that when we make big mistakes on canvas, we can turn them into birds—‘Yeah, they’re birds now!’” […]
In the Boat
—Anna-Marie— March is coming to a close. We are in full-on spring season. (My allergies agree but the weather is arguing.) And things are heating up. It seems like most everyone I talk with is going through an incredibly busy and stressful and hard season right now. Whether you are in the rhythm of a […]
Better
—Anna-Marie— We were cleaning out a used fish tank my brother had lent Knox. Knox wants to spend his birthday money on two aquatic turtles and begin a new hobby with a freshwater tank. My sister Alexa had come over to help me lift the tank and empty the existing gravel from the bottom of […]
On Blessings
—Anna-Marie— In November, my family and I participated in the Lantern Fest. This is our second year at this event, and we’ve declared it a tradition. Last year, when we went we were letting go. We had specific things we needed to name and face and let go. The experience was an anchor for us. […]
Life as Improv
(or Improv as Life) —Anna-Marie— Last winter/spring, I joined a little improv group. I love all things theatre and want to support the arts however I can, but the idea of doing improvisational performances, well, it really freaked me out. But my dear friends assured me that they were learning, too. That we would all […]
The Greatest Risk
—Anna-Marie— It happened so fast. Usually I can pick up on the signs and have time to redirect or move us to a safe location. But this time, I missed all the signs. We were sitting, breathing in the September night air, enjoying the last few moments of one of Knox’s baseball games. Brian had […]
